巷口弥漫着淡淡的墨香，伴随着老槐树下‘小李面馆’飘出的热气。林清和赵星河正就着一碗冒着腾腾白光的牛肉面，你一说我一反，你坚持红油配料，她则执拗地要加蒜泥。 ‘这简直就是对生命的亵渎！’ 星河嚷道，一口气吸入了一大口辣椒汤。
“你才不了解面条的精髓！”林清翻了个白眼，却忍不住笑出了声。“你总是这么死板。”
“你才矫情！”星河 retorted, playfully shoving her shoulder. The air between them crackled with a comfortable familiarity, the kind only forged through years of shared lunches and whispered secrets. It wasn't an argument, not really – just a playful sparring that was as much about testing boundaries as it was about enjoying each other’s company. This was their routine; a daily dose of spirited disagreement, punctuated by laughter and genuine affection.
“要不，我们换个地方吃？”林清提议道，试图缓和气氛。
“也行，”星河回应道，但她的目光却忍不住扫过咖啡馆门口那个人影——顾言。
